The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Richie's POV (he's back baby)

"Fuck."

I wanted to chuck my phone at the nearest brick wall. If my phone was broken, I could pretend I never had received that stupid fucking call from Mike.

I could pretend I was still a pretty shitty stand up comedian.

I could pretend I had a normal childhood, that wasn't filled with a lurking fear of that god awful smile.

I could pretend that Pennywise wasn't real, that he didn't kill my friends little brother back in middle school.

"Fuck," I muttered again. My knuckles were white as I held onto the iron railing. I felt like I would hurl at any second, and I had to go on for my second act still.

My network was not going to be happy with me for skipping town.

I had to skip town. Not to kill a stupid fucking clown, but to make peace with this anxiety that has bubbling in my subconscious for years.

My phone started to ring again. I looked at it, dreading to see the ID from Derry, but it wasn't. The number was based in New York.

I was about to answer it, but my producer came bursting through the door.

"Richie, we need you on stage now!" He was commanding, but still anxious as ever. He always was, just worried over my popularity and such.

I nodded and swallowed down the nausea.

"I can do this," I whispered to myself as I ran back into those blinding lights that lit up the stage.

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Eddie's POV

Hey this is Richard Fucking Tozier, let me know what's up...BEEP

I got his voicemail. Great.

I groaned and pulled at my hair, frustrated beyond belief.

Then my phone started ringing again and my heart soared. Was he calling back?

No.

My lovely wife was calling me, which really wasn't the best time.

Not only had I just been told to go back to my hometown, a place I had completely forgotten about, to kill a clown; I had also just remembered the promise I had made to an 18 year bold with thick glasses and a crooked smile.

Plus I had remembered that I was just repressing my sexuality with this woman I had married so that kinda sucked.

"Hey, uh, darling," I said nervously.

She noticed right away that something was wrong, I had liked that about her, now it was fucking annoying.

"Are you okay sweetheart? You didn't catch a cold from the rain did you?" she was so concerned about me. She thought I was like my mom had.

Richie never thought that, he never thought I was fragile.

"I'm fine," I didn't mean to be so snappy, "Listen, I have to go away for awhile, back to my hometown."

I heard her gasp through the phone, "Eddie you can't! You know you can't travel without me over long distances, and you sound sick so it's not good for you to travel-"

I hung up on her.

I was done feeling so fragile all the time. I knew she didn't deserve to be treated like that but she also didn't deserve to stay married to a gay man. I'd have to sort that out when I got back...if I got back.

I tried to push away my fear with my excitement.

I was going to see Richie again.

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Okay, so like it's been taking me longer to write these last chapters because I really don't want to finish this book cause I have no idea what I'm going to write next.

I'm a little ween.

Idk guys, what should I do next after this book????